What Did You Expect ft. JO Lyrics

Its LNF baby

Making magic

Young fly steppers on the move, best recognise

Take away your girl, every time she be mesmerised

Money talks, get it all, paper we stack

Living no filter, Nellz JO on the track

Travel overseas, touching cities on the map

It's that sweet life, with my bros Cody and Zack

We lit on a Thursday, its not no throwback

She be down like brandy, sipping cognac

Yo it's N-E-double L, don't forget the Z

Very cool, calm collective, official level head

Drippy, I be drenched, coming lethal, I ain't dench

I'm solid as cement, so solid like I'm Megs

There's no need for the intro, 5% tints on my window

Shorty bending low like it's limbo

Puffing on this c***, San Francisco

Undies in the ends, I dip those six car convoy,

I'm a Spartan something like Harlem,

No prince still charming, brave heart like Nas and..

Kind of Gucci on my way to stardom,

Want banks like Benny Matter of fact like Carlton

I used to run to this money like a warm up

Now I'm skipping on this beat like I'm doing double dutch,

7 speed whip so you know that I double clutch in this world of sin

All I got is my word of nuts

I keep it low ski, nah never been loose

Real back in fashion, due for a tiny boost

Shorty on my case, telling me I'm rude

Turned Hulk on her, so I had to ban her like Bruce

I started from the bottom, so the only way is up

I'm living with no filter, so I throw my L's up

I've got angels walking with me, so my blessings stay up

Angel numbers, triple zero, create your own luck

Tell me what did you expect this is LNF

Nelly Nellz, J-O, Ifzstar again

Can't forget Y san, can't get complacent

Living no filter, don't live with limitations

Tell me what did you expect this is LNF

Nelly Nellz, J-O, Ifzstar again

Can't forget Y san, can't get complacent

Living no filter, don't live with limitations

Splattered jeans, nice fit, little gold chain

Step fresh with my T on, like Wayne

What's understood don't need to be explained

I don't do this for money, I don't do this for fame

The money's coming in warm now we make it stretch,

Still tryna be free too but this ain't wretch,

Still roll around in twos and threes but this ain't cinch,

The wordplay can get lethal B but this aint dench

Young fly steppers on the move

Best recognised, take away where your girl

Every time she be mesmerised,

Money talks, Get it all, paper we stack

Living no filter, Nellz J-O on the track

Travel overseas, touching cities on the map

It's that sweet life, with my bros Cody and Zack

We lit on a Thursday, it's not no throwback

She be down like brandy, sipping cognac

It's LNF baby!